Became a vicious male mother

65

Cold, a cold that seeps into your bones.

The pattering rain in his ears kept pushing him toward the brink of death.

Someone please save him...

"..."

My vision was completely white, the light was extremely blinding.

The mist enveloped me, like the scene of Lao Tzu refining elixirs.

As his consciousness slowly returned like the tide, Jiang Chuzheng blinked heavily, his eyes foggy. He slowly closed them, then slowly opened them again, repeating this cycle several times.

There was the sound of rain, but I didn't feel like I was getting wet.

Following the sound, I turned my gaze slightly to the side and saw a hazy mist.

bathroom?

In the separate wet and dry shower area, a person stands faintly, with an upright posture, resembling a beautiful ink painting amidst the swirling steam.

You could even see water droplets sliding down the other person's shoulder and onto their arm, shimmering with a captivating glow under the light.

His face... was indistinct, the bridge of his nose and his rosy lips appearing both mysterious and alluring in the mist. Not to mention his long, black hair, which was soaked with water, with a few strands still visible clinging to his forehead, yet he didn't look disheveled at all, but rather exuded a casual elegance. This person stood there quietly, his movements gentle, his every gesture radiating composure and grace, as if the world's troubles were irrelevant to him.

Jiang Chuzheng stared blankly for a long time.

This is……

My mind was like an old-fashioned projector playing a fast-forwarded video: a red dress, black hair, pity, worry—all sorts of images flashed through my mind one after another.

!

She is the wife of the Li family!

"Don't look at what you shouldn't see!" Jiang Chuzheng quickly turned his head away, his mind went blank for a moment, his pupils dilated, and his breathing became heavier as he became completely awake.

After regaining my senses, I realized that my clothes were gone.

Instead, he wore a long white bathrobe, and with a slight tilt of his head, he could see his undisguised muscle definition.

His knife?!

Jiang Chuzheng quickly reached for his belt.

He didn't even have a belt, let alone a knife; he was completely naked.

Suddenly, the heat spread from my neck to my ears.

His mind was a complete mess. The knife was gone, and he should be worried about being discovered, but his clothes were also gone. They were alone in a room together; shouldn't he protect himself?

Regardless of the specific thoughts or ideas, they all pointed to the fact that he was now in a dangerous situation.

Jiang Chuzheng trembled as he climbed from the bathtub onto the porcelain floor below.

My right foot is still stinging.

He could only use all four limbs to quietly move towards the bathroom door.

He walked with extreme care, afraid of making the slightest sound.

With an almost obsessive vigilance, his eyes kept glancing at the blurry figure, and all the sounds around him were amplified infinitely, whether it was the pattering of water in the shower area, the pounding of his heart, or even the slight scraping of his feet on the ground.

Jiang Chuzheng swallowed hard, slowly crawled to the bathroom door, his eyes practically staring through the doorway.

Just as the outstretched finger was about to touch the door.

There was a creaking sound behind me.

It's obvious that the sliding door to the wet and dry separation area is open.

The person crawling on the ground froze instantly.

As if frozen in place, Jiang Chuzheng held his breath for a moment, time seemed to stand still, his eyes wide open, his mind blank.

What will happen next?

he does not know.

I felt like I was about to turn into a red-hot tungsten block.

"..."

After waiting for a long time, so long that my right leg started to cramp up again.

With one burst of energy, Jiang Chuzheng closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth, and clenched his jaw, then stood up and quickly opened the door.

The door slammed heavily into the door frame.

He leaned against the door, breathing heavily through his mouth.

Jiang Chuzheng raised his hands and covered his face tightly.

He thought he was about to die, but what is all this now?

bathroom.

Gu Xinglan: "..."

"System, did this reporter discover anything he shouldn't have?"

He can take a shower while wearing a wig, but he can't take a shower while wearing clothes.

System: [Don't worry, even if they find out, so what? You saved that cannon fodder, so it's only right that he repays you with his body.]

"What a lame joke," Gu Xinglan laughed, walked to the closet, took out a bathrobe, swung it around a few times, and put it on, wrapping herself up tightly.

"Alright, we should go ask that person why they were in this area."

When going out.

The reporter knelt on the ground, her bathrobe loosely draped over her back, quickly rummaging through the few soaking wet clothes.

"Don't bother looking. I've already thrown your knife far away. It's not in my clothes, nor is it in this room," Gu Xinglan said softly, afraid of upsetting the man.

He can't wield a knife or fight, so it would be easy for this person to attack him.

After he finished speaking, the reporter paused, not turning around for a long time.

Seeing his hesitant and awkward demeanor, it was clear that the reporter hadn't discovered his true colors.

"Hey, don't feel bad about it. We're guests, so don't be nervous."

A soft, gentle voice slowly entered my ears from behind.

Jiang Chuzheng moved his fingers and slowly turned his head.

The person behind her was handsome, and she had lost her previous coldness and arrogance. Now she was like the most gentle and poetic touch in the spring scenery of Jiangnan.

Her face was as white as snow, her skin as delicate and smooth as mutton fat jade, with a faint halo.

Her eyes, like shimmering autumn waters, sparkled with starlight as they moved. Not to mention her cascading black hair, which fell smoothly over her shoulders, with a few strands playfully curling and swaying gently with her movements, as if telling a story of the endless tenderness of the Jiangnan water towns.

"Thank you for saving me..."

His usual competence and nonchalance had vanished, and Jiang Chuzheng's voice trembled slightly without him even realizing it: "I...I..."

Looking at the reporter sitting on the floor with his head down, especially the fact that his face looked like it was covered in rouge and his ten toes were curled up.

Is this... shyness?

Gu Xinglan scratched his face: "Why are you here? This place is quite a distance from the main hall."

"Nothing else, I was just curious and came to take a look..." Reporter Jiang said, glancing up at him, her mouth trembling as if she wanted to add something.

Shopping?

Who believes this?

"President Li doesn't like you doing this. Don't wander around like this again, or you'll lose your job." He could only gently remind the man.

If Li Taihe really discovers that this reporter has broken in, it's not a matter of whether he's working or not; it's a matter of risking his life.

As Gu Xinglan spoke, she glanced at the people on the ground out of the corner of her eye.

The person on the ground clutched their bathrobe, which was wide open, revealing their abdominal muscles. They were writhing in pain, and their voice was barely audible: "I understand. Thank you for reminding me, Madam. I won't do it again next time."

"Okay, I'll take you out now."

"Wait! Mrs. Li, may I ask you... why did you marry Mr. Li?"

Gu Xinglan walked to the door, opened it, and said calmly, "I love him to death, and he loves me to death too, that's all."

This reporter's acting skills are truly superb; there's not a single flaw on her face. Even in her current disheveled state, she still manages to gather information.

If his gender is discovered, the person won't ask him why he married Li Taihe, but will directly ask him why a man would pretend to be a woman or try to subtly recruit him as an undercover agent.

This person is not the naive young man he appears to be.

To become an outstanding reporter for Wangshe, one cannot be an ordinary person.

……

The room door was wide open.

The passageway outside was unlit, its light flickering, a pale white glow like lightning bolts reaching out to touch.

Gu Xinglan waited for a long time but no reporters came from inside, so she turned her head to look at the room.

"My...foot hurts."

Jiang Chuzheng blinked, his eyelashes trembling as if he were feeling uneasy.